Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.